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点击复制Beyond the wooden frame, the night is breathing low
A pale and ghostly beam begins to bloom and grow
It falls across the floor, so silent and so white
A pool of winter velvet in the middle of the night
Is it the cold? Is it a dream?
Or just the way the starlight gleams?
I reach my hand to touch the glow
But find a chill I used to know
Oh, the moon is shining bright outside my door
Like a coat of silver frost upon the floor
And I’m looking up, I’m looking up at the light
Then I’m looking down, I’m looking down for tonight
Thinking ‘bout the hills, thinking ‘bout the road
Thinking ‘bout the place where my heart belongs
Yeah, the silver frost is calling me home
Calling me home, calling me home
I keep the shadows close, I let the silence stay
But a thousand miles of mountains won't just fade away
The same old lunar face is staring through the glass
Watching all the lonely hours slowly pass
Is it the cold? Is it a dream?
Or just the way the starlight gleams?
I reach my hand to touch the glow
But find a chill I used to know
Oh, the moon is shining bright outside my door
Like a coat of silver frost upon the floor
And I’m looking up, I’m looking up at the light
Then I’m looking down, I’m looking down for tonight
Thinking ‘bout the hills, thinking ‘bout the road
Thinking ‘bout the place where my heart belongs
Yeah, the silver frost is calling me home
Calling me home, calling me home
I see the glow, I feel the distance
Fighting off the sweet resistance
One sky above, one soul beneath
A memory hidden in my teeth
Raise my head to the white-gold sphere
Lower my eyes to hide a tear
Oh, the moon is shining bright outside my door
Like a coat of silver frost upon the floor
And I’m looking up, I’m looking up at the light
Then I’m looking down, I’m looking down for tonight
Thinking ‘bout the hills, thinking ‘bout the road
Thinking ‘bout the place where my heart belongs
Yeah, the silver frost is calling me home
Calling me home, calling me home
Silver frost, calling me home
(Raise my eyes, look at the moon)
Silver frost, calling me home
(Lower my head, thinking of you)
Home... just a moonbeam away.